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All In Good Time

New oil painting in progress. 
I'm so heartbroken over the loss of my precious Meemerz kitty. Five months without her feels like an eternity. I miss you so much, baby girl.
A bee to its blossom.
Putting finishing touches on my 4x6 ooak postcard for the 'Beauties of the Night' fundraiser exhibition @alexieragallery October 24th. 
"Spirit Eyes" (cropped view) Sold- Penumbra Art Boutique
Good morning, sunlight.
Strange angles making her tiny hand look huge! But hey, nail polish...not just for nails. Finishing my submission for outstofstepbooks 'Enchanted'!! 
 A closer look at my new painting 'The Girl with Silver Hands'.

Comments

Nana Momma said…
Oh Precious Meemerz, I miss you everyday and always.
Love from your Nana
Steph said…
Such beautiful sentiments Bella, my heart goes out to you on the loss of your precious Meemerz. How sweet her face is, and I pray her memories become sweet and she frequents you with joy and lightness of spirit. I know she wouldn't want you sad. But, yes, how we miss them so. Bless your heart, thank you for it, and for sharing it and your work with us ....xoxoxoxox.

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